You have herpes and did not admit it until I caught the disease from you. I wonder what other secrets you keep and ask myself frequently,”what else have you not told me”. The longer intrigue is hidden, the more damaging the truth is when told. G.T.
…when at last you find someone
to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,
you stop in shock at the words you utter -
they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless
and feeble from being kept
in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
From “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”
by Sylvia Plath
Falling was only the beginning. Loving you is the real journey. I discovered over time you’re not what you presented yourself to be. Instead of kind, tender and considerate, you’re actually self-centered, cruel and callous. I’m not sure how long I can take this. W.P.
Love takes off masks
that we fear we cannot live without
and know we cannot live within.
You hurt my feelings and I forgave you over and over. In public you embarrassed me frequently and I excused your behavior. You cheated on me and I pardoned you in my heart for your unfaithfulness. Last night you hit me. Enough! This time I’m gone. E.D.
I’m guilty of giving people
more chances than they deserve
but when I’m done, I’m done.
Knowing you were much younger always made me wonder what would become of me for loving you. Now I know. You got bored and wanted someone your own age. Now you say that was a mistake and you want only me. Should I believe you? Trust you? B.C.
Deciding to get back together with someone
is a complicated and difficult decision.
Just remember that the person you are
getting back together with is the same person who,
not long before, looked you in your beautiful face,
took full stock of you and all your qualities,
and told you that he was no longer
in need of your company.
My heart’s a muscle exercised and made strong by grieving failed love of the past. At times I’m joyful loving you. At others I’m fearful of us falling apart. I’m stretched between misery and bliss knowing in time the balance will tip to one or the other. A.B.
The first person who is on your mind
the moment you open your eyes
after a long sleep is the reason
either of your happiness or pain.
There is an ache in my chest that comes from wondering what will become of ‘us’. Will our love grow into an ‘always’ life together or will the magic fade? It’s wonderful to love someone so much but sometimes I’m still afraid you’re going to break my heart. L.Y.
I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.
I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.
You say “close your eyes”,
“tell me what you see”,
I see only two people,
just you and me.
From “A Wish” by Randy Schutte
Love has exhausted me. I don’t want it anymore. I would like to stay a secret, like walking in the dark; if no one knows you, no one cares or breaks your heart. To be unknown, invisible and small would make heartache like a mysterious tiny vapor. T.M.
Hearts will never be made practical
until they are made unbreakable.
“The Wizard of Oz”
I know I’m kinda crazy. I get afraid and say stupid crap. I worry too much and illogically fear losing you although you’ve never given me a single reason to. I care for you beyond explanation and need you beyond logic. You love is like oxygen to me. C.B.
What most people call loving consists
of picking out a woman and marrying her.
They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them.
As if you could pick in love,
as if it were not a lightning bolt
that splits your bones
and leaves you staked out
in the middle of the courtyard.
You don’t pick out the rain
that soaks you to a skin
when you come out of a concert.
When you drink too much and lose control it scares me. Is that the only way you can have a good time? How many times in the past has your behavior left you deeply sorry for things you did? How long before you get drunk and do something that tears us apart? B.J.
Being drunk doesn’t change
who you are, it reveals it.
It hurts to think this may not work out, but I want it to. We’re very different and the years between us take their toll sometimes. How do I stop this turmoil inside me? All I know to do is keep going, hoping and keeping my love for you at the top of my heart. Y.M.
The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.
We live in denial of what we do,
even what we think.
We do this because we’re afraid.
We fear we will not find love,
and when we find it we fear we’ll lose it.